ethereal - draco malfoy

reunited

a/n: sexual content

The past month has been anything but easy. I do the same exact things every day, in the same order.

Wake up.

Hygiene and shower.

Get dressed.

Eat.

Schoolwork.

Talk with mother.

Read with mother.

Read Daphne's letters.

Reply to Daphne's letters.

Eat.

Sleep.

Wake up.

Eat dinner with mother & Cissy.

Repeat.

Whether it's because I'm bored from lack of arguing or any human communication, or because I'm possibly lonely, I find myself missing Malfoy.

No. Not missing. Let me rephrase.

I find myself feeling... deprived of the feeling that is Draco Malfoy. The arguing, the bickering, the teasing, the pure rage, the joking around, and although I would never admit it to him, the kisses. The attention. The touch.

Today is the last day of school before summer break, and I only know that because Daphne said so in her letter. I've slept so much, I never know what day it is anymore. Mum & Cissy bought me a calendar as a not-so-funny joke.

I go downstairs later than usual because I slept in from staying up all night. My mother and Cissy were in the kitchen when I got down there, and that's where I find myself now; speaking with them.

"You know," Cissy starts as she places her copy of The Daily Prophet on the kitchen island, "I think this is the first time I've seen you wearing a short sleeved top."

I let out a small laugh at her revelation. She isn't necessarily wrong; the only time I wear short sleeves is when it's just how the dress I'm wearing is designed. Other than that, I always wear long sleeves to hide my thin arms.

"You are correct, Cissy." I say in a playful, business like tone.

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Draco POV

I pack my trunk and head down the the Great Hall with Blaise and Theo. I've been hanging out with them and their lot over the course of the past few weeks, by force. Force of Blaise. He insisted.

"Anything from C?" Blaise questioned before taking a bite of his eggs. 'C' is his personal nickname for Morningstar. If you ask me, nicknames are fucking childish. We were given a name when we were born; that's what we're supposed to call each other.

"Yeah, she owled me back this morning. She didn't even know that today was the last day of school- she finished her school year weeks ago. She said she's still been sleeping all day everyday, and that she got two tattoos. Her mum let her stop taking those potions prescribed to her, thank Merlin. Other than that, everything's the same." The blonde Greengrass informs him.

Questions immediately start forming in my brain. What potions? What were they for? What did she get tattooed on her? Why didn't she tell me any of this?

I already knew the answer to the last question, but it popped into my head anyways. I oddly... disliked not being able to communicate with her at all. I didn't quite miss her, just some aspects of her. The arguing, the pestering, the blushing she does when I make an inappropriate joke, the anger, and even though I would never admit it to anyone, the touching. The kissing. The attention.